Countess York was a very rich mean spoiled woman who upon her husband's death inherited not only his wealth but his cold heartedness. The countess husband was a wealthy oil tycoon who handled all his affairs with an iron fist. The minute her husband died the countess had plenty of money to give her husband a very expensive funeral but being taught by a man with a cold heart and an iron fist he was lucky to have been put into a pine box and buried in the family cemetery. The countess had ice water pumping through her veins but not enough to make her bury her husband in a shallow grave on their estate.
After the funeral the Countess York immediately called the attorney's office to get on with the reading of the will. The countess even showed up early for the reading continually knocking on the attorney's door asking are you done yet and frantically pacing back and forth by the door. Finally, the door opened and the countess burst inside and sat down in front of the attorney's desk and said "let's get on with it I haven't got all day." The attorney replied "since there are no living relatives left but you everything has been left to you." The Countess York replied "where do I sign." The countess signed the legal documents and gathered her things.
The Countess York went back to the estate to clear her husband's things out of the closet when she spotted a fairly large box. The countess opened the box in amazement of what she had just found. "It's a crown of jewels, this must be worth a fortune said the countess."
It was cursed by a gypsy that belonged to the countesses grandmother.
The Countess's curiosity with the crown of jewels would stiffen things up for her. In other words dead as a rock.